Fuck your penny
I\'ll force upon you a tale this night
Just as fate forced it\'s hand upon her
A tale of a puerile damsel
An account of innocence not be be retained
The girl was daft, she longed
For disaster in the face of peace
She wanted not to be settled
She longed for war
She begged for more
The girl fought hard, her intentions well
But her denial, short lived, always fell
She wished endlessly for stability, she worked tirelessly for chaos
We reap what we sow and her hard work would pay off
A turn of tricks, her interest pricked, She\'s off again
Searching beautiful portraits for frayed parchment forevermore
Invariably romanticising the misery contained in her own mind